3 { Rafe Cameron

At the Cameron house, Tannyhill, a place that had felt like home to you, like clockwork, Sarah did something to grab everyone's attention, something that may or may not actually put herself at risk. This time, it was a real danger. Not that you could tell from afar. Seemed boring.

The only intriguing thing you'd heard about was what happened at the boneyard last night, a Pogue with a gun, almost shot Topper? Safety off, right to his head. But, Sarah told you Topper started it. The one side you'd never get from Rafe, who ranted to you about it last night. The only reason he wasn't at the boneyard, was because he was busy with you. You were somewhat sick, average cold, but he treated it as if you were on your deathbed. If your deathbed was the king bed that was Rafe's.

Sarah was just barely inching around the small mess, tiptoeing around, a bright grin on her face the whole time. Everyone worried around her, except Rafe, who had no concern whatsoever, knowing Sarah well enough. You neglect it, up until you heard Sarah shriek the second you looked away. You instantly looked back, standing up from your seat on the back porch, narrowing your eyes, only to see Sarah lying down in the wreck, twirling a wire around in her hand. Sarah was quick to stand up, giggling, smiling. Topper looked devastated, Rafe with the same reaction as you, typical. Lucas and Rafe sigh.

"Congrats, you're officially her bitch. Officially, did you know that?"

Rafe tells Topper with a slight snark in his tone, a small grin on his face. His apathetic demeanor goes away as you call his name, his posture straightening, he even cleared his throat. Your head was cocked to the side as you wait for him to walk over. He immediately does, ignoring the sounds from Lucas and Topper.

"What was that about 'officially her bitch', Rafe?"

Topper screams, only to be ignored. All you can hear is Rafe's shuffling towards you. He puts a hand on your lower back, supporting you, his head tilted to the side, attempting to be down at your level.

"Hey, baby..."

At the Cameron house, Tannyhill, a place that had felt like home to you, like clockwork, Sarah did something to grab everyone's attention, something that may or may not actually put herself at risk. This time, it was a real danger. Not that you could tell from afar. Seemed boring.

The only intriguing thing you'd heard about was what happened at the boneyard last night, a Pogue with a gun, almost shot Topper? Safety off, right to his head. But, Sarah told you Topper started it. The one side you'd never get from Rafe, who ranted to you about it last night. The only reason he wasn't at the boneyard, was because he was busy with you. You were somewhat sick, average cold, but he treated it as if you were on your deathbed. If your deathbed was the king bed that was Rafe's.

Sarah was just barely inching around the small mess, tiptoeing around, a bright grin on her face the whole time. Everyone worried around her, except Rafe, who had no concern whatsoever, knowing Sarah well enough. You neglect it, up until you heard Sarah shriek the second you looked away. You instantly looked back, standing up from your seat on the back porch, narrowing your eyes, only to see Sarah lying down in the wreck, twirling a wire around in her hand. Sarah was quick to stand up, giggling, smiling. Topper looked devastated, Rafe with the same reaction as you, typical. Lucas and Rafe sigh.

"Congrats, you're officially her bitch. Officially, did you know that?"

Rafe tells Topper with a slight snark in his tone, a small grin on his face. His apathetic demeanor goes away as you call his name, his posture straightening, he even cleared his throat. Your head was cocked to the side as you wait for him to walk over. He immediately does, ignoring the sounds from Lucas and Topper.

"What was that about 'officially her bitch', Rafe?"

Topper screams, only to be ignored. All you can hear is Rafe's shuffling towards you. He puts a hand on your lower back, supporting you, his head tilted to the side, attemp